the never ending story

He picked up the book and examined it from all sides. It was bound in copper-colored silk that shimmered when he moved it about. Leafing through the pages, he saw the book was printed in two colors. There seemed to be no pictures, but there were large, beautiful capital letters at the beginning of the chapters. Examining the binding more closely, he discovered two snakes on it, one light and one dark. They were biting each other's tail, so forming an oval. And inside the oval, in strangely intricate letters, he saw the title:

The Neverending Story

 This , right here, is where I fell in love with fantasy books. I was about 11 years old ( 1981-ish) and was just about done reading enid blyton books. Bastian balthasar bux stole my heart, he was like me! insignificant, a geek, quiet and chubby with LOADS of imagination and he ultimately saved a whole fairytale world using that imagination.... my hero!

Since then I moved on reading piles of books in all shapes and sizes but this book has place in my heart, a rather special place.

When my youngest son was born in 2000 there was only one real suitable name for him: Bastian....my old heroic friend.

Thanks for stopping by,

DuTchess